Violent Livin lyrics

[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
Ayy (Give a— Give a f*ck 'bout no opp sh*t, chopstick, mopstick)
You know? Like, I stay to myself
Feel me? So like, keep me out of all that bullsh*t, you feel me? If you f*ck with me, do that
f*ck that extra sh*t, pus*y-ass (Ha-ha)

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I be living life violent, it ain’t hard to notice that I need a Louis Vuitton b*tch
Relocate on the island, two Jolly Ranchers in my soda even though that I'm styling
I call this sh*t perfect timing, got the world on my shoulder, I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock, f*ck a holster

[Verse 1: Brokeasf]
Let me tell you how I came from the bottom
Was a jit when I seen a n*gga hit with that chopper
Daddy sold dope, I ain't listen to my mama
b*tch, you stayed in a beef on petty-ass drama
Now I’m right here, right now, counting these commas
Man, they want me to die 'cause I'm rich, what the f*ck?
But Big Boy Power, he ain't never cared
Big Boy Power let it hit, he'll never tell
I'm tired of these lame ass hoes brainwashing jits
b*tch, go get some money and jump off my di*k
I'm just chasing the bag
b*tch, I'm getting them mad
Run up on me, you’ll get popped like a tag
Big boy shooter, he’ll run up, no mask
b*tch, I'm a young gunner, I ain’t never go for no f*ck sh*t
Up sh*t, bust sh*t, know we gon' tuck sh*t
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I be living life violent, it ain't hard to notice that I need a Louis Vuitton b*tch
Relocate on the island, two Jolly Ranchers in my soda even though that I'm styling
I call this sh*t perfect timing, got the world on my shoulder, I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock, f*ck a holster

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
I f*ck ten b*tches a week, ain’t no need for no sheets 'cause I f*ck 'em without a condom
Big old stick on G-23, watch him bleed in the street, when it's up, send him to the doctor
Probably sipping codeine on the corner with killers and dealers, lil' woadie, he having bodies
Call him Mr. Rich Rolling who came out the ghetto hundred percent, b*tch, my diamonds flawless

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I be living life violent, it ain't hard to notice that I need a Louis Vuitton b*tch
Relocate on the island, two Jolly Ranchers in my soda even though that I'm styling
I call this sh*t perfect timing, got the world on my shoulder, I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock, f*ck a holster

[Verse 3: Quando Rondo]
Cuban link chain Harriet Tubman, it's choking
Hundred racks on your brain, I'ma put it in motion
Every day, I sip on purp', purple potion
Two styrofoam got me moving slow motion
She from New York, she the baddest lil' baddie, Balmain my denim, lil' drip in the ocean
Snuck in line 'bout my pocket, they cornered, then blast it, bet my youngin go up just to get him a Rollie
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I be living life violent, it ain't hard to notice that I need a Louis Vuitton b*tch
Relocate on the island, two Jolly Ranchers in my soda even though that I'm styling
I call this sh*t perfect timing, got the world on my shoulder, I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock, f*ck a holster

[Outro: Brokasf]
Came from the bottom, nah, that sh*t wasn't easy, I, I got locked up, you feel me? You feel me? Shot up, all that f*ck sh*t, went through all that, did that
Don't get your wigged snatched, though, pus*y-ass n*gga, know Big Boy Power go dummy
Yeah
Grrt